I am so sorry this has taken so long guys! I've been crazy busy and totally forgot.. I don't know if this is a good chapter but it's all I can do rn! I shall try and update better sooner! I have mapped out where I want all this to go in a way... I'll probably change it but yeah... Please review; it means a hell of a lot to me when you guys do! Thank you so much for reading!
Mallory's phone rings and he glances down to read PM on it,
"Well answer it, see what he wants?" James says, Mallory glares but answers,
"What on bloody Earth do you think you are doing?! I can have you struck off for this Gareth and your bloody agents!",
"Sir, you really shouldn't be too hasty. Just come with us to MI6 where we can talk about this... We have some pretty cold hard evidence against you... You might be the one being struck off after all" comes M's reply, Roses stomach flips, nerves getting the better of her, James clutches her hand stroking the back of it lightly to calm her some. M hangs up the phone and then calls Tanner, warning him of what is coming.
They take the underground root rather than main entrance, mostly for security purposes seen as the mood the Prime-minister is in is somewhat dangerous...
"Rosanna how dare you to not come home! We have been worried sick about you! And Florence! She has cried every night since you have been away from us!",
"Sir, I know you're angry right now, but there's no way for you to come in here and start shouting the odds", Mallory stands in to try to diffuse the situation to no avail,
"How dare you even say that to me! I know your sordid little secrets! I know about all your shite deals! That's why I was kidnapped! I was tortured and all you can say is I went away!", Rose flares, a red heat rising in her, blatantly visible as her neck reddens and tenses, the neck of an MI6 sweatshirt too big for her showing her collarbones...
"What deals?! And don't use that language or tone to me lovely girl!",
"I am not your lovely girl or even your girl anymore! How could you do that?! Risking Flossie's and my life like that?! How could you be so thick to not think of the repercussions of your actions?! You're a father!",
"I am also the Prime-minister! I have to work too and risk entails my line of work regardless and I have not done any dodgy deals Rosanna. You're coming home this instant!" His body guard goes to move to take her but James stands in front and pushes his arm away.
"Lay one finger on her, excuse me sir, but we have the evidence of a majority of your substandard deals... I think you'd like to take a look at this evidence" he says, feeling the uncertainty raising in him... He knows what he's done and he's felt somewhat guilty every day...
"Why should I? I know of what I have done and I do not see anything wrong with it" he stands defiant.
"You did those deals full well knowing if you didn't carry them out you'd be punished somehow, yet you still did it?!",
"Well, I wasn't the one being punished was I?", Rose falls into the step she went to take forward but comes up short and just stops...
"What?" she breathes, the wind knocked out of her,
"I wasn't the one being punished" he repeats, his tone like ice. James tenses, ready to pounce,
"How can you say that? I was taken to get at you... You... You can't tell me that it didn't affect you...?" she asks, almost in tears... She knows she hates him, but for him to say it didn't bother him after how much she went through to try and protect his name... her name...
"Well, no" he answers shrugging, James then ends up moving so fast it doesn't register to anyone until he's on the floor on top of the traitor... Rose screams at him to stop before the body guards manage to go for him, he looks up at her, seeing how pale she has gone and her hands shake...
"You're still my father..." She breathes, her eyes filling and her heart racing, breathing is shallow... James stands and wraps his arm around her waist to support her, she feels icy cold... Even through the sweat top. Her father stands, pulling his suit jacket down, brushing it off, smoothing his hair back.
"Yes, I am aware",
"So shouldn't it have punished you... Knowing where I was and what happened...?",
"But you then abandoned us Rosanna...even Florence",
"I couldn't... I didn't understand dad...", she breathes, wanting to see the man that used to cuddle her during thunderstorms, read her fairytales and treat her like a Princess...
"How could you? You're a child, now if you don't mind, I have prior engagements" he says, not even looking at his own flesh a blood...he sees a glimmer of the tiny baby in his hands... his first born... But he can't let her in... not now she knows... he turns to walk out without a word from any of the men or the woman in the room... he leaves quietly and gets into his car and drives off...
Rose stands still looking out of the door after her father... Mallory is fuming underneath, but he can't show this to Rose...
"Rose..." James breathes in her ear, clinging on to her because she's lost all function...
"Rosanna?" Mallory says, as light as he can, she hasn't breathed properly since he turned on her... She slowly sits in a seat off to the side, with James moving to stand with her, he looks up at Mallory and he shakes his head. He's never known this strong, independent young woman to crumble like this.
She wakes up sprawled on a chaise lounge with a blanket over her, James asleep on a chair opposite... a case file in front of him... He stirs as she sits up, she pulls her hair up into a pony tail and walks to him half heartedly as his eyes open her hand reaches to the file as she reads her name...
"James?" she breathes, he sits upward pulling the chair closer to the desk and opens it to show her,
"Everything on you since you were born... we've updated it with...everything..." he sighs, she notices another file open in his lap... she looks at him one eyebrow raised... he closes it and puts it on the top but pulls her to sit on the arm of the chair and plays with her pony tail... "They've also asked me to go on a case... M has said I don't need to... but if I do, you're coming as well", he rests his hand on her thigh, she rests hers on top of his,
"Right... so why the drama?" she half smirks,
"I don't want to up root you... or have to leave you in a room alone... I know I need to work but... the timing isn't right...", with that Mallory walks in...
"James, I just spoke to the local authorities, we're sending another agent.. you need leave... we-...",
"No, I need to work Sir, I can do something here...?",
"Maybe, but at least take a few weeks... Full pay", you can see in James' face just how tired he is, he's spent a lot of time trying to capture the guys who tortured Rose... she knows he's been doing that as she sleeps or showers etc...
"James I think you need to..." she says quietly, she knows how badly he needs to work but he also needs a break... he's barely sleeping as it is...